The Bottineau pioneer. (Bottineau, N.D.) 1885-1895, 1887-06-16
"Down with the kinel Down with the

"Down with the kingl Down with the
Austrian! Away with aristocracy."
At length he managed to slip away
from the sight of his cruel brother,
and without ceremony he FASTENED to
the little boudoir where he hoped to
find Jeanne. By this time the royal
couple with their children had man.
aged, by the help of friends, to escape
from the palace and were fleeing as
fast o. feet horses could carry them
from the scene of bloodshed.
When the lover of Jeanne entered
the luxurious room of the fugitive
queen. he found the daughter of the
count alone, for her father had babe
her remain there until he came for
her. He was assisting his master and
mistress in their efforts to leave the
palace.
"Jeanne, my love, my lifel" cried
Francois, forgetting all etiquette, all
~concealment ofhis feelings in this hour
Of peril. II have come to save you.
The mob are crying for your fathers
and your blood. Come with me be-
fore it is too late!" 1'''
The half fainting girl, even when a
thousand dangers surrounded her,
felt q thrill of delight as she realized
she was beloved by this noble youth,
and though pale and trembling, she
murmured in low tones:
"Dear Francois, you are brave and
devoted to risk your life for my sake,
but if it is any reward to you for the
peril you are in, hear me confess that
Ilove you, have loved you since the
first hour we met"
my darling, believe ME when I say
you shall be happy, you shall escape
from here and"
"But my father" interrupted Je-
anne.
"Alas! my darling. The count has
been arrested, and is to be tried be-
fore the dreaded convention, but we
have no time to waste. Let me save
you. l will then see what lean dofor
your father. See, I have brought you
a disguise" and he showed her a. SIM
pie peasant dress. "Put this on quick
~, for in ten minutes the mob will be
here"
In the gray dusk Jeanne made her
escape disguised at a grisette, in short
dress, laced bodice, high capote.
When the brother of Francois en-
tered the palace his intended victims
were beyond his reach. The young
secretary took Jeanne to the house
of his uncle, the good Jacques. For.
tunately for the daughter of the Count
de Coisseul, the blood-thirsty william,
Claude Varney, had been wounded
and therefore could not visit his
uncle.
Every one was charmed with the
new barmaid who appeared at the
inn of Jacques. 1t was true her skin
was a little brown, her hair coarse,
and the glasses she woren not very be-
coming, but then she was so pleasant,
so willing and so nimble of foot! No
n ever waited on the rude crowd as
this girl did. Poor delicate little
a~ristocrat! many a bitter hour did
she pass, many a blush bathed her
cheek al she listened to the vulgar
jest, the loud laugh and coarse re-
marks of the rufians who came to the
Royal'Arms to drink.
"My father-where is he?" said
Jeanne to her lover, as they were Tor
a brief snoment alone together.
What could Francois say? How
could he tell her of the tale of her be-
loved parent who had met his death
the day before by the guillotine?
"You hesitate, you turn pale! Alas!
my father, my poor father! am alone
in the world!" said the ~grief-stricken
girl, bursting into tears.
HN1+ o11~o loo~ Too-,o
ed Francois. "You have me. I am
poor and humble, but will love and
protect you, and try to make you
happy"
At length it became dangerous for
Jeanne to remain longer under the roof
of the Royal Arms. Claude was ex-
pected there every day, and in spite of
her disguise would recognizeSthe royal
fugitive. So the kind hearted uncle of
Francois gave the young couple mon
ey, they were secretly married by g.
priest, and then fled to Coblentz, where
Jeanne met many of her former friends.
Years passed. The unfortunate
queen had long since met the sad fate
predicted by the Count Cagliostro;
and Jeanne de Choisseul, now Madame
Varney, vas happy and beloved.
And although her noble friends often
spoke OF the uneaqual match, she
never gave a thought to the difference
in rank between her and her husband.
"Mon Ami, you are almost as
charming as when you became my
bride, now fifteen years ago." "said
Francois to Jeanne one day, as she
stood smiling by his side, while at
their feet played Two lovely children,
and their eldest, a girl just in her
teens and the image O her fair mother
gazed on the blue-eyed lady.
"Have you yer repented marrying
so much beneath you, ma BELIEF"
asked her husband, as the setting sun
enveloped the group in a midst OF
golden splendor.
"Never, dear Francois. I am happy
with you and u children, and the
past seems like a fearful dream"
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